Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 00:07:26 +0100 (BST)
From: John Venn
Subject: History Repeating
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This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between
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History Repeating (b/b, b/b, mast, oral)
By
Alexander
The garden shed. That's where it all started. I must
have been about 12 at the time, and David was a year
older. We were neighbours, he living just three
houses away, and we'd grown up together, along with
about half a dozen other similar-aged boys who lived
in the area. Up to that point we'd never been what
you would term close friends: after all a year at that
age is a long time. At the age of eleven I'd been
fortunate enough to pass the tests for the local
Grammar school. David and I were the only two in the
vicinity to go there and so we spent a lot of time
travelling together. Apart from anything else, it put
a sort of divide between we two and the other boys.
Anyway, we decided to convert an old shed at the
bottom of my garden into a den for us. David insisted
that it was for our use only: nobody else, least of
all any of our friends, were allowed entry. It didn't
occur to me that he might have ulterior motives for
this other than that it was fun to have a sort of
secret hide-away. For the first month or so everything
went along OK: we did our homework together in there,
built models, and a whole host of other things that
boys do. I didn't even think it too strange that
whenever my parents were out, he insisted we take our
shirts, shoes and socks off `to make ourselves more
comfortable' as he put it. I enjoyed the excitement
of this and went along willingly. It got even better
when we were on our long summer holidays and both my
parents were out at work all day. It wasn't long
before David suggested that we take our trousers off
and just mess about in our pants `because it's too
hot'. Once again, in my naivety I followed. Then, of
course, things progressed. Within a few days we'd
fitted a lock to the inside of the door and spent most
of the time sitting around as naked as the day we were
born. That I thought was fantastic! David was a lot
bigger built than me, and even had a bit of hair
around the base of his cock which fascinated me - his
was the only dick I'd ever seen other than mine at
that time. I suppose in terms of cock size, oddly
enough we were very much the same, especially when we
were hard which seemed to be most of the time.
I can't remember exactly how or when it first
happened, but it wasn't too long before we started
feeling each other up and quickly progressing to
jacking one another off on a daily basis. Strangely,
we never actually talked to each other about what we
were doing, it was just sort of `there'. We'd be
reading or model building or some such when we'd begin
feeling each other and slowly masturbating until we
both came. Then, more often than not, we'd carry on as
if nothing had happened.
At week-ends when our parents were home, we'd take off
on our bikes and head out for some thick woodlands
about five miles away. Once there, we'd secrete
ourselves deep in the bushes and strip off. Those
times were the best - the open air somehow making the
experience much more satisfying. It was there that we
learned a thing or two as well. I was usually the one
to strip off first as I rarely wore any underwear and
I'd sit down playing with my erection and watching
David as his clothes joined mine. I had the shock of
my life when one day he stood in front of me and
pressed his hard-on against my lips. I'd never thought
about doing that before, but now it'd been suggested,
I was more than willing to try it. Somewhat nervously
I took him in and reflexively began to suck on his now
familiar rigid pole. It was fantastic, and with only a
little encouragement, David and I lay alongside each
other 69'ing. When we came after what seemed only a
few seconds, it was the best cum we'd ever had we
decided, and from that time onwards we got down to it
wherever and whenever we could. We even got as far as
kissing and cuddling each other as well, but never
went beyond that.
Our sexual exploits carried on until we were both in
our late teens, taking time out together even when we
started dating. We carried on that is, until David
got himself engaged to be married. The last time we
did anything was on his `stag night'. As we were
staying in a hotel the night before he was to marry,
we shared a bed for one of the very few times. Neither
of us slept a great deal that night, knowing that this
would almost certainly be the last time we would be
able to indulge ourselves. By tacit agreement we
agreed that this chapter of our lives must come to an
end: no regrets and no ill feeling.
Chapter Two.
Now move forward twenty years. I'd also married by
this time and just like David, had sired one son.
Still living within striking distance of each other,
our lads were good friends and were always to be seen
together. They'd even built a den for themselves in
the garden, and it was that which has prompted me to
remember things long gone past - things I thought I'd
forgotten.
This morning I'd planned to do some minor domestic
repairs and remembered that my son had taken the tool
box into his tree house to carry out some running
repairs. I was just about to enter their den when I
heard them talking quietly.
"Go on, suck it now!" I heard David's son say
urgently.
"OK, OK!" I heard my son reply, "Give us a chance!"
I stopped, not shocked so much as not wanting to
embarrass them by my intrusion. That's when I had the
flashback. Smiling inwardly to myself, I carefully hid
myself behind the bushes, opened my flies, closed my
eyes and listened.
It wasn't our sons I was eavesdropping on: it was
David and me twenty years ago. Even the words seemed
to be the same.
So were the happy, satisfied groans they made as they
orgasmed simultaneously.
Very carefully I stood up, and crept quickly and
quietly back to the house. I decided to forget the
toolbox for the time being: I had to go and change my
underwear. Oh, and ring David to reminisce about old
times!